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ReIncarnation Biographies #9: Kei Miller

Kei Miller

Kei Miller

The ninth person in our series of introductions to performers taking part in International Poetry ReIncarnation at the Roundhouse in Camden on 30th May 2015 is the commanding poet Kei Miller.

Winner of the 2014 Forward Prize for Best Collection, Kei Miller was born in Jamaica in 1978. He was educated at the University of the West Indies and Manchester Metropolitan University. His winning collection “The Cartographer Tries to Map a Way to Zion” explores science, imagination, and clashing perspectives through the lens of an exchange between a teeth-kissing cartographer and a sceptical Rastaman with a PhD.

Shortlisted for both last year’s Costa Book Awards and the Dylan Thomas prize, Kei has published two previous collections: “There Is an Anger That Moves” (2007), and “A Light Song of Light” (2010, shortlisted for the Scottish Poetry Book of the Year Award, the John Llewellyn Rhys Prize, and selected for the 2014 PBS Next Generation Poets). He also edited Carcanet’s “New Caribbean Poetry: An Anthology” (2007), and teaches Creative Writing at the University of Glasgow. He is also an accomplished writer of fiction.

“Raise high the roofbeams, here comes a strong new presence in poetry… Kei Miller’s voice speaks and sings with rare confidence and authority” – Lorna Goodison

Get your tickets for the evening’s star-laden performance here: The International Poetry ReIncarnation

Liberty, Equality, Poetry

mhandginsbergAdam Horovitz reflects on the impact of the International Poetry Incarnation in 1965 and looks forward to the celebratory party for it.

I have spent most of my life aware of the International Poetry Incarnation, which took place in the Royal Albert Hall in 1965, very nearly 50 years ago. My father, Michael Horovitz, helped organise it, so of course I was going to be exposed of it. Growing up, I knew some of the poets. They were often about, in our house or at events, being genial and strange and merely a part of my metaphysical furniture.

For a long time, the 1965 Incarnation was a big poetry gig in the sky that people talked about and that I accepted as just another impressive thing that fathers do. As I have grown older, however, and become more interested in poetry in my own right, it has been hitting ever more forcefully home to me what a turning point this Incarnation, this 1965 happening, was.

Annie Whitehead

Annie Whitehead

Poetry in Britain was somewhat in the doldrums in the 1950s, as far as it being a public art went. It tended to sit in small rooms in universities and libraries and speak to and of itself. With my father’s generation – people like Adrian Mitchell, Christopher Logue, Pete Brown – poetry picked itself up and went running around the country talking to people who didn’t expect poetry to come leaping out of hedgerows at them. It went charging up to the Edinburgh Festival and touring through towns and cities with musicians and actors and playwrights in tow. Poetry began to listen, and to sing out in different rhythms. It offered up a party where only drier forms of symposia had appeared available before. Continue reading